Pull me a little bit closer.  It's cold out and your hands are warm, so I'll lay here waiting, waiting, waiting... moments skip by and take my imagination with them.  I'm stuck in this state of mindlessly staring out your bedroom window at the clouds as they roll overhead in perfect rhythm, and wishing you and I could do the same.  Trapped, trivial, numb to the cool breeze that picks your blanket up off of my legs and draws circles across our skin.  Patiently holding my breath as I feel you moving, arms wrapped around me like you probably won't ever let go.  Don't let go.  I'm trying real hard to be nonchalant about all of this, but your hands are so soft and your voice is so nice.  I haven't even left yet and I'm already missing this.  Patterns come in waves and I find myself remembering all of the terrible mistakes I've made lately, but I have this feeling you won't be one of them.  Careful, simple, smiling at me as I wake up and rub my eyes in hopes of wiping the hangover away.  This is all too sweet for me, but I'll try not to complain, change is good for me and so you may be too.  Chin to chest, curled in a circle tucked in under your arm, I could stay here like this for a while... but duty calls, life drags on, this night was nice.